I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Ye Qiao's stomach pain was so intense that she gritted her teeth and used every move she knew how to make. Human potential is limitless, especially when in pain. She had never felt such an urge to end the fight so quickly.

It was a life-or-death situation.

Perhaps sensing Ye Qiao's urgency, he twisted the bamboo shoot in his hand, turning it into a sickle shape, and his fighting style changed accordingly.

The girl swung her scythe cleanly and swiftly, each strike aimed at the opponent's weaknesses. A slight mistake would result in a cut to the skin. Ye Qinghan was initially stunned for a moment by her sudden change in fighting style.

Fortunately, his years of swordsmanship training had not been in vain. The young man calmly formed a sword incantation, and more than a dozen sword lights swirled around him as he thrust down.

At the same time, Ye Qiao made a talisman, which formed a circle that enveloped her and canceled each other out as they collided.

"Wait, her talisman..."

"What's wrong?"

The Ming family patriarch was silent for a moment, then asked, "Did she merge the two families?"

It is said to resemble the Changming Sect, but it is somewhat similar to the Yueqing Sect.

As the one being studied, Song Hansheng said with a gloomy face, "Hmm."

The Ming family head stroked his beard. "He really is a genius..."

That's really discouraging.

Some people can't even draw properly, while others can still find the time to combine the characteristics of both styles.

"What kind of talisman is that??"

It can be faster than the sword light of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Song Hansheng: "She improved it."

When the demons attacked him, it was Ye Qiao's talisman that played a role. Since it could block the attack of the Nascent Soul stage demons, it would naturally be no problem to deal with Ye Qinghan's sword light, who was also at the Nascent Soul stage.

"Unorthodox and heretical..." the Song family head murmured involuntarily.

Who raised this child? He's practically a devil incarnate!

For the feudal and ancient Eight Great Families, this practice was far too advanced. They weren't even afraid that the founder of the Changming Sect would find out and strike this unfilial son dead in his dreams.

"His talent is indeed exceptional," the Ming family head said calmly. "Most people couldn't do that."

Each sect focuses on different types of talismans, requiring extreme familiarity with two different talisman drawing methods, and even then, success is another matter entirely.

"Those who bought her talismans really struck gold! They suddenly have the joy of owning two sects!"

Buy one get two free, it's a great deal.

Other cultivators felt the same way; being able to block Nascent Soul attacks, wasn't that a huge gain?

"How come I remember she was a sword cultivator when she was in the Moon Purity Sect? How exactly did she learn it?"

Song Hansheng reminded her, "She has a photographic memory."

The other party understood; no wonder.

Ye Qinghan, having failed with his first attack, seized the opportunity to strike a second time. His ice spirit root materialized into a wall, with sharp spikes plunging down with an overwhelming sense of oppression. Ye Qiao raised her voice slightly and said, "KFC."

The seemingly indestructible ice melted into water under the raging fire. Seizing the opportunity, she swooped down with the silver dragon in her hand. Ye Qinghan was jolted by the electric shock, gritted her teeth, and forgot about the troublesome bird she still had.

With overwhelming force, the sword energy transformed into a dragon, unstoppable and devastating, heading straight for Ye Qiao.

That was Ye Qinghan's sword intent.

Cold and biting, the boy's eyes were filled with indifference.

"This is the path of ruthlessness."

"So strong."

Ye Qiao looked up.

His ruthless path would eventually be broken by Yun Que, but clearly not now; a glint of cold light, each strike carrying a bone-chilling killing intent.

"So what exactly is Ye Qiao's Dao and sword intent?"

"I've never seen her use it."

It is said that, similar to the Path of Passion, sword intent is closely related to the path one cultivates.

Ye Qiao's sword energy materialized, and she abruptly stopped. Her power was no match for Ye Qinghan's, but that didn't matter; she could compete in quantity, unleashing three sword energies in a row.

It was completely devoured along with the sword energy in Ye Qinghan's hand.

Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes. He had condensed three beams in such a short time. "I underestimated you."

Next came the Clear Breeze Technique. Ye Qinghan didn't pay much attention to the first three moves until he saw Ye Qiao's hand gestures change, at which point his expression changed slightly.

The Gentle Breeze Technique, Fourth Form.

"Damn. Didn't she only know the first three moves?"

Chu Xingzhi went berserk.

"A month ago, I really only knew the third move," Mu Chongxi replied confidently.

Chu Xingzhi: "..." Damn it.

The sword wind howled and tore, and Ye Qinghan almost couldn't breathe. In the short time it took to squint his eyes, he was knocked to the ground by her sword technique. He had never felt that two people who cultivated together could be so difficult to deal with.

Be careful throughout the battle, avoid Ye Qiao's talismans, and be careful not to get trapped by the formation she has set up in advance.

When did it become so difficult for a Nascent Soul cultivator to advance to the Golden Core stage?

He felt a surge of resentment, and his face grew even colder. "Your spiritual energy is about to run out."

Ye Qiao smiled brightly: "Yes."

She'd used up all her medication, making it extremely difficult for her to fight Ye Qinghan, especially since her stomach was hurting so badly!

Damn it.

Never mind.

She absolutely has to go to this toilet today.

If we don't let her go to the toilet, then nobody can win; we'll all die together.

Ye Qinghan, being a Nascent Soul cultivator, already possessed more spiritual energy than her, and there was also a difference in their cultivation levels. Even if she added her bird, it wouldn't make much difference; it would just be a futile struggle.

"What other skills do you have?" Ye Qinghan was already confident of victory. He coldly reminded him, "You can use them all now." He could give the other party a final bit of respect.

Ye Qiao cast a golden spell, which she twirled in her hand, then suddenly enlarged. She smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, your father is here now."

The moment the golden curse seal enlarged, Ye Qinghan's pupils contracted sharply. His hand moved faster than his mind, and the sword light slashed down instantly. Ye Qiao retreated quickly, looking at the sword approaching her, and slowly said, "I am but a humble servant; I only have one curse seal."

The next second, the entire arena exploded. While there was a protective formation outside the arena, things inside were far from harmonious.

The air was thick with smoke and dust, and the huge competition stage was successfully leveled. When the dust settled, Ye Qinghan lay on the ground, coughing in a disheveled state. He was somewhat dazed, and his internal organs were in excruciating pain.

Ye Qiao's almost suicidal fighting style worked. She sat up from the ground, patted her tattered clothes, and slowly finished her sentence: "But it can be used to blow up Nascent Soul cultivators."

I only have one curse mark.

But it can be used to destroy Nascent Souls.

Holy crap! Holy crap!

He impressed everyone present with just one sentence.

"My god, lightning strikes the secret realm, curse seals blast the competition, as expected of Ye Langlang."

"Did we win?"

"My God, they won?"

"It wasn't a win; we both perished."

The fact that a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator and a Nascent Soul cultivator could perish together, in other words, that a Nascent Soul cultivator was forced into such a predicament by a Golden Core cultivator, is utterly absurd.

"Ye Qiao." Someone called out to her, their expression one of undisguised shock, clearly not expecting things to escalate to this point. He swallowed hard. "Do you have anything to say?"

Ye Qiao: "I need to go to the restroom!"

Never mind, even Jesus couldn't stop her from going to the toilet, that's what she said.

"Wait a minute, there's a team competition coming up!! All five of you, stop right there!"